Excerpt Reveal -- The Drifter by Kathy Coopmans

All of it a lie, except her. The woman he
left behind thirteen years ago to try and achieve his real dream... to become a
musician.

Life doesn't always go according to the
plan you set out for yourself.

Sometimes, you drift. Become lost, lose
hope and crash.

For thirteen years he's been drifting
wherever his guitar takes him, avoiding his past. Never thinking of his future.

Not once did he think it would all catch
up to him. Until it did.

Excerpt

I’m a lonely man. I choose to be this way. I had true love
with her. It didn’t matter how old we were, or how young; once you have it, you
never let it go. You spend a lifetime together. And I pissed it away.
Underlining painful memories have inflicted punishment on my tattered soul for
years. Besides Rori and Muriel, those two things are the only constant
impressions that have kept me going. If I didn’t feel the need to live with a
constant dagger shoved through my heart, I would have let myself whittle away
years ago. It’s distressing, to say the least, that the pain I’ve caused is the
only thing I’ve let rule my life. I’m living in hell every day, repeatedly
burning from the inside out since day one. I will never forget the first time I
was rejected in New York, how badly I wanted to call her and beg her to forgive
me. I couldn’t do it, and I knew it. I jumped in the shower instead, rinsed off
the dirt and grime, then pressed my forehead to the yellow tiles. Hot water
beat down my back. I vowed not to cry, even though my heart ached and my lungs
felt like they were working overtime to help me breathe. I caved and fell to
the shower floor, my fist pounding and beating the wall in front of me until I
became numb to the shooting pain filtering from my hands all the way to my
shoulders, twining up around my neck until I choked from the lump lodged in my
throat. Nausea bubbled up, and I vomited the contents from earlier in the day.
The rancid smell left me dry heaving and an oversized human slumped over in the
small confinement that the pain from missing her had left me in. When the water
ran cold, I lay there shivering, wishing for nothing but her. Once I composed
myself, I crawled back up and cleaned and towel-dried off, only to climb into
an empty, cold bed, tired and defeated, scared to close my eyes, because when I
did, all I saw was her. Several nights I repeated the same thing until the real
life nightmares struck me hard, leaving me in this worst shape of my life. For
years, I’ve been honest with myself over and over again, saying I deserve every
chip and break my heart feels when her birthday or Christmas come around. It’s
like this infinite cloud that hangs dormant over my head: dark and gloomy, cold
and wet. It will never go away. Now that I’ve seen her, and even though I’m
walking back down The Strip with no idea where I’m going, the memories that
were once happy become so unpleasant I could easily bleed my life dry.
Desperation pools around me. Panic sets in. What if she’s gone and I never see
her again?

The Drifter by Kathy Coopmans is a heartfelt romance you
are going to want to one-click!